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University  of  California  •  Berkeley 

Gift  of 
THE  HEARST  CORPORATION 


$ONCS  or  CHILDHOOD 


VERSES 
BY 


EVGENE 
EIELD 


AVSIC  BY  ' 
REGINALD  DE  KOVEN 

AND  OTHERS 


CHARGES    SC^JBNtRJi   SONS 
—  1907 


Copyright,  1896, 
By  Charles  Scribner's  Sons 


PRELUDE 

be  lamentswbicb  arose  from  the  sorrow- 
ing heart  of  the  great  public  that  loved  Eugene 
Field,  laments  that  bis  voice  should  have  been  si- 
lenced when  its  note  was  at  its  tender  est  and  clear- 
est, there  have  been  many  wishes  that  more  of  bis 
exquisite  songs  should  be  set  to  music. 

In  all  of  Field's  verse,  in  even  the  broadly  comic, 
there  is  a  markedly  lyrical  quality  which  invari- 
ably suggests  a  musical  setting ;  and  yet  in  few  in- 
stances were  these  verses  written  with  any  thought 
of  their  musical  adaptability.  This  quality  was 
the  inevitable  accent  of  bis  song,  as  natural  and  as 
necessary  as  the  flavor  of  a  fruit  and  the  fragrance 
of  a  flower.  The  purpose  of  this  collection  is  to 
meet  the  demand  for  musical  settings  of  Field's 
verse,  its  aim  to  express  its  lyrical  quality  as  nat- 
urally and  simply  as  possible.  The  versatility  dis- 


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played  in  the  varied  themes  of  these  lyrics  is  as  re- 
markable as  their  suggestiveness  to  the  composer. 

The  peculiar  genius  displayed  in  Field's  verses 
of  childhood  dictated  the  prevailing  character  of 
this  collection,  which  was  finally  adhered  to 
throughout,  so  that  the  volume  should  be  both  har- 
monious and  homogeneous. 

e/fo  the  poet  was  eminently  and  always  heartily 
American  and  of  bis  own  country,  the  composers 
selected  by  the  Editor  to  set  bis  verses  are  likewise 
American,  and  their  names  representative  as  such 
and  as  song-writers.  Fifteen  out  of  the  twenty 
*ongs  have  been  written  especially  for  this  work, 
the  other  five  being  included  therein  by  Special  ar- 
rangement with  the  publishers. 


REGINALD 


New  York, 
October  27,  1896. 


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SONGS  AND  COMPOSERS 


SWING  HIGH  AND  SWING  LOW 

Reginald  de  Koven 


LITTLE  MISTRESS  SANS-MERCI 9 

Arthur  Foote 


LITTLE-OH-DEAR 17 

Reginald  de  Koven 


KISSING  TIME 


G.  W.  Chad-wick 


ORKNEY  LULLABY 


Reginald  de  Koven 


THE  ROCK-A-BY  LADY 

W.  W.  Gilcbrist 


THE  DOLL'S  WOOING 

Clayton  Johns 


NIGHTFALL  IN  DORDRECHT 

Reginald  de  Koven 


THE  BROOK 


Arthur  Foote 


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"FIDDLE-DEE-DEE" '.     .     .     .     55 

Reginald  de  Ko-ven 

OH,  LITTLE  CHILD 61 

Gerrit  Smith 

LITTLE  BOY  BLUE 65 

Reginald  de  Koven 

ARMENIAN  LULLABY 71 

G.  W.  Cbadwich 

HUSHABY,  SWEET  MY  OWN 75 

C.  B.  Hawley 

DUTCH  LULLABY 81 

Reginald  de  Koven 

CHILD  AND  MOTHER 87 

W.  W.  Gilcbrist 

JAPANESE  LULLABY 91 

Reginald  de  Koven 


THE  DINKEY  BIRD 

Edgar  S.  Kelly 

NORSE  LULLABY 

Reginald  de  Koven 

THE  LITTLE  PEACH n 

Hubbard  T.  Smith 


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SONGS  OF 
CHILDHOOD 


SWING  HIGH  AMD  SWING  LOW 


SWING  high  and  swing  low 
While  the  breezes  they  blow- 
It  's  off  for  a  sailor  thy  father  would  go; 
And  it 's  here  in  the  harbor,  in  sight  of  the  sea, 
He  hath  left  his  wee  babe  with  my  song  and  with  me: 
"  Swing  high  and  swing  low 
While  the  breezes  they  blow!  " 

Swing  high  and  swing  low 

While  the  breezes  they  blow- 
It  's  oh  for  the  waiting  as  weary  days  go! 
And  it 's  oh  for  the  heartache  that  smiteth  me  when 
I  sing  my  song  over  and  over  again: 

"  Swing  high  and  swing  low 

While  the  breezes  they  blow!  " 

"  Swing  high  and  swing  low  "— 

The  sea  singeth  so, 

And  it  waileth  anon  in  its  ebb  and  its  flow; 
And  a  sleeper  sleeps  on  to  that  song  of  the  sea, 
Nor  recketh  he  ever  of  mine  or  of  me! 

"  Swing  high  and  swing  low 

While  the  breezes  they  blow — 

'T  was  off  for  a  sailor  thy  father  would  go!  " 


SWING  HIGH  AND  SWING  LOW 


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CTLE  Mistress  Sans-Merci 
'areth  world-wide,  fancy  free: 
Trotteth  cooing  to  and  fro, 
And  her  cooing  is  command— 
Never  ruled  there  yet,  I  trow, 
Mightier  despot  in  the  land. 
And  my  heart  it  lieth  where 
Mistress  Sans-Merci  doth  fare. 

Little  Mistress  Sans-Merci— 
She  hath  made  a  slave  of  me! 
"  Go,"  she  biddeth,  and  I  go— 

"  Come,"  and  I  am  fain  to  come- 
Never  mercy  doth  she  show, 

Be  she  wroth  or  frolicsome, 
Yet  am  I  content  to  be 
Slave  to  Mistress  Sans-Merci! 

Little  Mistress  Sans-Merci 
Hath  become  so  dear  to  me 
That  I  count  as  passing  sweet 

All  the  pain  her  moods  impart, 
And  I  bless  the  little  feet 

That  go  trampling  on  my  heart", 
Ah,  how  lonely  life  would  be 
But  for  little  Sans-Merci! 

Little  Mistress  Sans-Merci, 
Cuddle  close  this  night  to  me, 
And  the  heart,  which  all  day  long 

Ruthless  thou  hast  trod  upon, 
Shall  outpour  a  soothing  song 
For  its  best  beloved  one— 
All  its  tenderness  for  thee, 
Little  Mistress  Sans-Merci! 


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L1TTLE-OH-DEAR 


SEE,  what  a  wonderful  garden  is  here, 
Planted  and  trimmed  for  my  Little-Oh-Dear! 
Posies  so  gaudy  and  grass  of  such  brown- 
Search  ye  the  country  and  hunt  ye  the  town 
And  never  ye  '11  meet  with  a  garden  so  queer 
As  this  one  I  've  made  for  my  Little-Oh-Dear! 

Marigolds  white  and  buttercups  blue, 
Lilies  all  dabbled  with  honey  and  dew, 
The  cactus  that  trails  over  trellis  and  wall, 
Roses  and  pansies  and  violets— all 
Make  proper  obeisance  and  reverent  cheer 
When  into  her  garden  steps  Little-Oh-Dear. 

And  up  at  the  top  of  that  lavender-tree 

A  silver-bird  singeth  as  only  can  she; 

For,  ever  and  only,  she  singeth  the  song 

"I  love  you— I  love  you!"  the  happy  day  long;— 

Then  the  echo— the  echo  that  smiteth  me  here! 

"  I  love  you,  I  love  you,"  my  Little-Oh-Dear! 

The  garden  may  wither,  the  silver-bird  fly- 
But  what  careth  my  little  precious,  or  I? 
From  her  pathway  of  flowers  that  in  springtime  upstart 
She  walketh  the  tenderer  way  in  my  heart. 
And,  oh,  it  is  always  the  summer-time  here 
With  that  song  of  "  I  love  you,"  my  Little-Oh-Dear! 


LITTLE -OH -DEAR 


Music  by  REGINALD  DE  KOVEN 


AUe.gretto  Gracioso. 


1.  See    what  a     won  -  der-ful     gar  -  den      is     here, 


Plant-  ed     and  trimm'd  for  my     Lit- tie  -  Oh -Dear!  Po  -  sies  so     gaud-   y    and 


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KISSING  TIME 


MS  when  the  lark  goes  soaring 
And  the  bee  is  at  the  bud, 
When  lightly  dancing  zephyrs 
Sing  over  field  and  flood; 
When  all  sweet  things  in  nature 

Seem  joyfully  achime— 
T  is  then  I  wake  my  darling, 
For  it  is  kissing  time! 

Go,  pretty  lark,  a-soaring, 

And  suck  your  sweets,  0  bee; 
Sing,  0  ye  winds  of  summer, 

Your  songs  to  mine  and  me; 
For  with  your  song  and  rapture 

Cometh  the  moment  when 
It 's  half-past  kissing  time 

And  time  to  kiss  again! 

So— so  the  days  go  fleeting 

Like  golden  fancies  free, 
And  every  day  that  cometh 

Is  full  of  sweets  for  me; 
And  sweetest  are  those  moments 

My  darling  comes  to  climb 
Into  my  lap  to  mind  me 

That  it  is  kissing  time. 

Sometimes,  maybe,  he  wanders 

A  heedless,  aimless  way— 
Sometimes,  maybe,  he  loiters 

In  pretty,  prattling  play; 
But  presently  bethinks  him 

And  hastens  to  me  then, 
For  it 's  half-past  kissing  time 

And  time  to  kiss  again! 


Allegretto  schersando. 

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I  would  spin  a  web  before  your  eyes, — 
A  beautiful  web  of  silver  light, 
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And  I  shall  sing  the  livelong  night,— 
Heigho,  my  dearie!" 

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Murmuring,  "Heigho,  my  dearie! 

I  bring  a  mariner's  prayer  for  thee; 

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And  the  brownie  sing  thee  lullabies; 

But  I  shall  rock  thee  to  and  fro, 

Kissing  the  brow  he  loveth  so, 

And  the  prayer  shall  guard  thy  bed,  I  trow,— 
Heigho,  my  dearie!" 


ORKNEY  LULLABY 


Andantino  grncioan. 


Music  by  REGINALD  DE  KOVEN 


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THE  ROCK-A-BY  LADY 


THE  Rock-a-By  Lady  from  Hushaby  street 
Comes  stealing;  comes  creeping; 
The  poppies  they  hang  from  her  head  to  her  feet, 
And  each  hath  a  dream  that  is  tiny  and  fleet- 
She  bringeth  her  poppies  to  you,  my  sweet, 
When  she  findeth  you  sleeping! 

There  is  one  little  dream  of  a  beautiful  drum — 

"Rub-a-dub!"  it  goeth; 
There  is  one  little  dream  of  a  big  sugar-plum, 
And  lo!  thick  and  fast  the  other  dreams  come 
Of  popguns  that  bang,  and  tin  tops  that  hum, 

And  a  trumpet  that  bloweth! 

And  dollies  peep  out  of  those  wee  little  dreams 

With  laughter  and  singing; 
And  boats  go  a-floating  on  silvery  streams, 
And  the  stars  peek-a-boo  with  their  own  misty  gleams, 
And  up,  up,  and  up,  where  the  Mother  Moon  beams, 

The  fairies  go  winging! 

Would  you  dream  all  these  dreams  that  are  tiny  and  fleet? 

They  '11  come  to  you  sleeping; 
So  shut  the  two  eyes  that  are  weary,  my  sweet, 
For  the  Rock-a-By  Lady  from  Hushaby  street, 
With  poppies  that  hang  from  her  head  to  her  feet, 

Comes  stealing;  comes  creeping. 


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THE  ROCK-A-BY  LADY 


Music  by  W.  W.  GILCHRIST 


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THE   DOLL'S  WOOING 

THE  little  French  doll  was  a  dear  little  doll 
Tricked  out  in  the  sweetest  of  dresses; 
Her  eyes  were  of  hue 
A  most  delicate  blue, 
And  dark  as  the  night  were  her  tresses; 
Her  dear  little  mouth  was  fluted  and  red, 
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"Mamma!  mamma!" 

The  stockinet  doll,  with  one  arm  and  one  leg, 
Had  once  been  a  handsome  young  fellow, 
But  now  he  appeared 
Rather  frowzy  and  bleared 
In  his  torn  regimentals  of  yellow; 
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In  the  little  toy  cart  near  the  window  one  day 
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"Mamma!  mamma!" 

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For  it 's  everywhere  known 
That  the  feminine  tone 
Gets  away  with  all  masculine  gender! 
He  up  and  he  wooed  her  with  soldierly  zest, 
But  all  she  'd  reply  to  the  love  he  professed 
Werettese  plaintive  words  (which  perhaps  you  have  guessed): 
"Mamma!  mamma!" 

Her  mother— a  sweet  little  lady  of  five- 
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Was  n't  blue-blooded,  yet 
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And  a  moment  ago,  as  I  journeyed  that  way, 
I  'm  sure  that  I  heard  a  wee  baby  voice  say: 
"  Mamma!  mamma! " 


THE  DOLL'S  WOOING 


Music  by  CLAYTON  JOHNS 


Poco  Allegretto. 


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NIGHTFALL  IN   DORDRECHT   . 

rTAHE  mill  goes  toiling  slowly  around 

i'Vith  steady  and  solemn  creak, 
And  my  little  one  hears  in  the  kindly  sound 
The  voice  of  the  old  mill  speak. 
While  round  and  round  those  big  white  wings 

Grimly  and  ghostlike  creep, 
My  little  one  bears  that  the  old  mill  sings: 
"Sleep,  little  tu?:p,  sleep!" 

The  sails  are  reefed  and  the  nets  are  drawn, 

And,  over  his  pot  of  beer, 
The  fisher,  against  the  morrow's  dawn, 

Lustily  maketh  cheer; 
He  mocks  at  the  winds  that  caper  along 

From  the  far-off  clamorous  deep- 
But  we— we  love  their  lullaby  song 

Of  "Sleep,  little  tulip,  sleep!" 

Old  dog  Fritz  in  slumber  sound 

Groans  of  the  stony  mart- 
To-morrow  how  proudly  he  '11  trot  you  round, 

Hitched  to  our  new  milk-cart! 
And  you  shall  help  me  blanket  the  kine 

And  fold  the  gentle  sheep 
And  set  the  herring  a-soak  in  brine- 
But  now,  little  tulip,  sleep! 

A  Dream-One  comes  to  button  the  eyes 

That  wearily  droop  and  blink, 
While  the  old  mill  buffets  the  frowning  skies 

And  scolds  at  the  stars  that  wink; 
Over  your  face  the  misty  wings 

Of  that  beautiful  Dream-One  sweep, 
And  rocking  your  cradle  she  softly  sings: 

"Sleep,  little  tulip,  sleep!" 


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& 


NIGHTFALL  IN  DORDRECHT 


Allegretto  Uttuleratn. 


Music  by  REGINALD  DE  KOVEN 


1.  The      mill    goes    toil  -  ing 

2.  The     sails    are  reef'd,  the 


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slow 
nets 


ly  around  With  stead  -  y  and  sol  -  emn    creak, 
are  drawn,  And       o  -  verhispot     of      beer 


And  my  lit-tle  one  hears    in  the 
The      fisher  a -gainst  the 


dim. 


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kind  -  ly  sound,  My       little  one  hears     in  the  kind  -  ly  sound  The     voice    of  the  old    mill 
mor  -  row's  dawn,  The      fisher  a  -  gainst  the      mor  -  row's  dawn    So       lus  -  ti-ly  mak  -  eth 


Copyright,  1896.  by  Charles  Scribner's  Sons. 


speak, 
cheer, 


The  voice     of  the  old  mill    speak. 

So  lus  -  ti-ly  mak  -  eth    cheer ; 


While  round  and  round  those 
He     mocks  the  winds   that 


cresc. 


3 


Grim  -  ly  and  ghost-like    creep. 


big  white  wings 
dance     a  -  long  from  the  far     off    clam-'rous      deep 


My       little  one  hears  that  the 
But      we,    we    love    their 


poco  pressando. 


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old    mill  sings  :         "  Sleep,   little   tu  -  lip,     sleep,   lit-tle  tu  -  lip,     sleep," 
lul-la-by    song     of  "  Sleep,   little   tu  -  lip,     sleep,   lit-tle  tu  -  lip,     sleep," 


While 
While 


mf  a  tempo. 


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round  and  round     the  mill  wings 
round  and  round     the  mill  wings 


So     grim     and  ghost  -  like  creep, 
So     grim     and  ghost  -  like  creep, 


My 
My 


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f>- 


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lit-tle  one,  my  lit-tle  one,  the  old  mill  is    SL  sing  -  ing, "  Sleep,  lit-tle  tu  -  lip,   sleep." 
lit-tle  one,  my  lit-tle  one,  the  old  mill  is    n,  sing  -  ing, "  Sleep,  lit-tle  tu  -  lip,   sleep." 


3.  A     Dream -One  comes    to 


cresc. 

— s: — 


but  -  ton  the  eyes  That    wea  -  ri-ly  droop  and    blink, 


While  the  old    mill    buffets  the 


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dim. 


frown  -  ing  skies  The       old    mill    buffets  the    frown  -  ing  skies,  And    scolds    at  the  stars  that 

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wink,          And  scolds    at  the  stars  that    wink; 


Then     o'er   your  face     the 


mist  -  y   wings    of  that  beautiful  Dream-One        sweep, And     rock -ing  your  era-die  she 


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poco  pressando. 

^=S3EE^ 


soft  -  ly    sings:        "Sleep,   little  tu  -  lip,    sleep,    little  tu  -  lip,     sleep, 


While 


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o'er    your  face      the  Dream-One  her     mist   -    y  wings    doth  sweep. 


My 


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cresc.    — = 


lit -tie  one,  my  lit -tie  one,  the  old  mill  is    a  sing  -  ing, "  Sleep,  little  tu  -  lip,   sleep, 


sleep,    little  tu  -  lip, 


THE  BROOK 


I    LOOKED  in  the  brook  and  saw  a  face— 
Heigh-ho,  but  a  child  was  I! 
There  were  rushes  and  willows  in  that  place, 
And  they  clutched  at  the  brook  as  the  brook  ran  by; 
And  the  brook  it  ran  its  own  sweet  way, 
As  a  child  doth  run  in  heedless  play, 
And  as  it  ran  I  heard  it  say: 
"  Hasten  with  me 
To  the  roistering  sea 
That  is  wroth  with  the  flame  of  the  morning  sky!" 

I  look  in  the  brook  and  see  a  face— 

Heigh-ho,  but  the  years  go  by! 
The  rushes  are  dead  in  the  old-time  place, 

And  the  willows  I  knew  when  a  child  was  I. 
And  the  brook  it  seemeth  to  me  to  say, 
As  ever  it  stealeth  on  its  way— 
Solemnly  now,  and  not  in  play: 
"  Oh,  come  with  me 
To  the  slumbrous  sea 

That  is  gray  with  the  peace  of  the  evening  sky!" 

Heigh-ho,  but  the  years  go  by — 
I  would  to  God  that  a  child  were  I! 


K? 


THE  BROOK 


Music  by  ARTHUR  FOOTE 


Moderato  gruzioso. 


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Sempre  animato. 


To    the     rois    -    ter-ing     sea 


That 


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"FIDDLE-DEE-DEE" 

THERE  once  was  a  bird  that  lived  up  in  a  tree, 
And  all  he  could  whistle  was  "  Fiddle-dee-dee  "— 
A  very  provoking,  unmusical  song 
For  one  to  be  whistling  the  summer  day  long! 
Yet  always  contented  and  busy  was  he 
With  that  vocal  recurrence  of  "  Fiddle-dee-dee." 

Hard  by  lived  a  brave  little  soldier  of  four, 
That  weird  iteration  repented  him  sore; 
"I  prithee,  Dear-Mother-Mine!  fetch  me  my  gun, 
For,  by  our  St.  Didy!  the  deed  must  be  done 
That  shall  presently  rid  all  creation  and  me 
Of  that  ominous  bird  and  his  '  Fiddle-dee-dee ' ! " 

Then  out  came  Dear-Mother-Mine,  bringing  her  son 

His  awfully  truculent  little  red  gun; 

The  stock  was  of  pine  and  the  barrel  of  tin, 

The  "  bang  "  it  came  out  where  the  bullet  went  in— 

The  right  kind  of  weapon,  I  think  you  '11  agree, 

For  slaying  all  fowl  that  go  "Fiddle-dee-dee"  ! 

The  brave  little  soldier  quoth  never  a  word, 

But  he  up  and  he  drew' a  straight  bead  on  that  bird; 

And,  while  that  vain  creature  provokingly  sang, 

The  gun  it  went  off  with  a  terrible  bang! 

Then  loud  laughed  the  youth—"  By  my  Bottle,"  cried  he, 

"  I  've  put  a  quietus  on  '  Fiddle-dee-dee ' ! " 

Out  came  then  Dear-Mother-Mine,  saying:  "  My  son, 
Right  well  have  you  wrought  with  your  little  red  gun! 
Hereafter  no  evil  at  all  need  I  fear, 
With  such  a  brave  soldier  as  You-My-Love  here! " 
She  kissed  the  dear  boy. 

[The  bird  in  the  tree 
Continued  to  whistle  his  "  Fiddle-dee-dee  "  !] 


f  \ 

& 


FIDDLE- DEE- DEE" 


Music  by  REGINALD  DE  KOVEN 


Allegro  Gracioso. 


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1.  There  once  was  a  bird  that  lived  up  in  a  tree, 

2.  Hard   by  lived  a  brave  lit-tle  sol  -  dier  of  four, 


And 
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all      he  could  whis-  tie  was  "Fiddle-dee  -  dee," 
wierd     it  -  e  -  ra  -  tion  re-pented  him     sore; 


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prithee,  Dear-Mother-Mine !  fetch  me  my  gun,  For,    by  our  St.     Di-dy,  the  deed  must  be  done  That  shall 


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al  -  ways  contented  and  busy  was  he,  With  that  vocal  re  -  cur  -  rence  of  Fiddle-dee-dee. 
presently     rid   all  ere  -  a-tion  and  me    of  that  ominous  bird  and  his  Fiddle-dee-dee." 


a  tempo. 


Oioeoso. 


WHISTLE. 

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Fiddle-diddle-diddle-dee-dee. 
Fiddle-diddle-diddle-dee-dee. 


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om-inous  Mrd   and  his  Fiddle-dee  -  dee,    His     fiddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-dee-dee,  His 

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lid-dle-diddle-diddle-dee  - 


,  )  •=^  to.  verse. 


^=^J~^=P=  u^ 


J^^ 


WHISTLE. 


3.  The  brave   lit-tle  sol-dier  quoth  nev-er  a  word, 

4.  Out  came  then  Dear-Mother-Mine  saying, "  My  son, 


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well  have  you  wrought  with  your  little  red    gun  ; 

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poeo  rail. 


while  that  vain  creature  provok-ing-ly  sang,  The     gun    it  went  off  with  a  hor-ri-ble  bang  !  Then 
-  af  -  ter  no  e  -  vil  at  all   need  I  fear  With  such    a  brave  sol-dier  as  You-My-Love  here."  She 


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loud  laughed  the  youth,"  By  my  Bottle,"  cried  he,"  I  have  put  a  quiet-us  on      Fiddle-dee-dee  ! " 
kiss'd  the  dear  Boy,but  the  Bird  in  the  tree  Con  -  tinned  to  whistle  his  "  Fiddle-dee-dee ! " 

a  tempo. 


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Fiddle-diddk'-diddle-dee-dee ! 
Fiddle-diddle-diddle-dee-dee ! 


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put  a  qui  -  et-ns  on      Fiddle-dee  -  dee,     On    flddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-dee-dee  !    On 
-  tinned  to  whistle  his     Fiddle-dee  -  dee,    His    fiddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-dee-dee  !   His 


fid-<lle-diddle-diddle-dee  -  dee! 


OH,  LITTLE  CHILD 


USH,  little  one,  and  fold  your  hands— 
The  sun  hath  set,  the  moon  is  high; 


JL  The  sea  is  singing  to  the  sands, 
And  wakeful  posies  are  beguiled 
By  many  a  fairy  lullaby— 

Hush,  little  child— my  little  child! 


Dream,  little  one,  and  in  your  dreams 

Float  upward  from  this  lowly  place — 
Float  out  on  mellow,  misty  streams 

To  lands  where  bideth  Mary  mild, 
And  let  her  kiss  thy  little  face, 
You  little  child— my  little  child! 


Sleep,  little  one,  and  take  thy  I'est— 

With  angels  bending  over  thee, 
Sleep  sweetly  on  that  Father's  breast 

Whom  our  dear  Christ  hath  reconciled 
But  stay  not  there — come  back  to  me, 
Oh,  little  child  -my  little  child! 


Malta  moderate. 


OH,  LITTLE  CHILD 

Music  by  GERRIT  SMITH 


1.    Hush,    lit  -  tie     one, 


The     sun  hath    set, 

I      •  ^ 


fold         your  hands, 


N^"^ 

sh,  lit  -tie  one,        and     fold       your  hand's,  The    sea      is    sing -ing    to      the  sands,  And 


be-guil'd    By  man  -  y  a    fai  -  ry     lul  -  la  -  by ; 

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Meno  mosso. 


poco  ritenuto. 


Hush,   lit  -  tie     one,        and       fold     your        hands,        Hush,    lit  -  tie        child,       my 

/r\ 


2.  Dream,  lit  -  tie     one, 

3.  Sleep,    lit  -  tie     one, 


in  your  dreams     Float     up 

take         thy    rest        With    an 


ward  from 
gels  bend 


this 
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ly    place  ; 
yer    thee, 


Dream,  lit -tie  one,        and     in         your  dreams  Float  out      on    mel-low,  mist  -  y  streams  To 
Sleep,  lit  -  tie  one,        and     take       thy  rest,   Sleep  sweet  -  ly     on  that    Father's  breast, Whom 


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lands     where  bid  -  eth     Ma 
our        dear  Christ  hath  re 


ry  mild,  And    let      her    kiss   thy     lit  -  tie   face, 
con-ciled,    But  stay     not  there— come  back  to     me, 


mosso. 


poco  ritenuto. 
S    I    »  h         r 


Hush,   lit  -  tie     one,        and       fold     your        hands,        Hush,    lit  -  tie        child,       my 


LITTLE  BOY  BLUE 


THE  little  toy  dog  is  covered  with  dust, 
But  sturdy  and  stanch  he  stands; 
And  the  little  toy  soldier  is  red  with  rust, 
And  his  musket  molds  in  his  hands. 
Time  was  when  the  little  toy  dog  was  new, 

And  the  soldier  was  passing  fair; 
And  that  was  the  time  when  our  Little  Boy  Blue 
Kissed  them  and  put  them  there. 

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Aye,  faithful  to  Little  Boy  Blue  they  stand, 

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Awaiting  the  touch  of  a  little  hand, 

The  smile  of  a  little  face; 
And  they  wonder,  as  waiting  the  long  years  through 

In  the  dust  of  that  little  chair, 
What  has  become  of  our  Little  Boy  Blue, 

Since  he  kissed  them  and  put  them  there. 


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ARMENIAN  LULLABY 


IP  thou  wilt  close  thy  drowsy  eyes, 
My  mulberry  one,  my  golden  son, 
The  rose  shall  sing  thee  lullabies, 
My  pretty  cosset  lambkin! 
And  thou  shalt  swing  in  an  almond-tree, 
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My  velvet  love,  my  nestling  dove, 
My  own  pomegranate-blossom! 

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All  night,  my  sweet,  my  dimple-feet, 
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The  diamond  stars  with  an  emerald  vine, 
To  trail  in  the  waves  of  ruby  wine, 

My  hyacinth-bloom,  my  heart's  perfume, 

My  cooing  little  turtle! 

And  when  the  morn  wakes  up  to  see 

My  apple-bright,  my  soul's  delight, 
The  partridge  shall  come  calling  thee, 

My  jar  of  milk-and-honey! 
Yes,  thou  shalt  know  what  mystery  lies 
In  the  amethyst  deep  of  the  curtained  skies, 
If  thou  wilt  fold  thy  onyx  eyes, 

You  wakeful  one,  you  naughty  son, 

You  chirping  little  sparrow! 


ARMENIAN  LULLABY 


Music  by  G.  W.  CHADWICK 


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HUSHABY,  SWEET  MY  OWN 


FAIR  is  the  castle  up  on  the  hill— 
Hushaby,  sweet  my  own! 
The  night  is  fair,  and  the  waves  are  still, 
And  the  wind  is  singing  to  you  and  to  me 
In  this  lowly  home  beside  the  sea— 
Hushaby,  sweet  my  own! 

On  yonder  hill  is  store  of  wealth— 

Hushaby,  sweet  my  own! 
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But  you  and  I  bide  night  and  day 
For  the  other  love  that  has  sailed  away— 

Hushaby,  sweet  my  own! 

See  not,  dear  eyes,  the  forms  that  creep 

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Oh,  see  them  not  and  make  no  cry 
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Hushaby,  sweet  my  own! 

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Hushaby,  sweet  my  own! 
In  our  lonely  home  beside  the  sea; 
They  seek  the  castle  up  on  the  hill, 
And  there  they  will  do  their  ghostly  will— 

Hushaby,  0  my  own! 

Here  by  the  sea  a  mother  croons 
"Hushaby,  sweet  my  own!" 

In  yonder  castle  a  mother  swoons 

While  the  angels  go  down  to  the  misty  deep, 

Bearing  a  little  one  fast  asleep— 
Hushaby,  sweet  my  own! 


HUSHABY,  SWEET  MY  OWN 


Andante. 


Music  by  C.  B.  HAWLEY 


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WYNKEN,  Blynken,  and  Nod  one  night 
Sailed  off  in  a  wooden  shoe,— 
Sailed  on  a  river  of  misty  light 
Into  a  sea  of  dew. 
"Where  are  you  going,  and  what  do  you  wish?' 

The  old  moon  asked  the  three. 
"  We  have  come  to  fish  for  the  herring-fish 
That  live  in  this  beautiful  sea; 
Nets  of  silver  and  gold  have  we," 
Said  Wynken, 

Blynken, 


And  Nod. 


All  night  long  their  nets  they  threw 
For  the  fish  in  the  twinkling  foam, 
Then  down  from  the  sky  came  the  wooden  shoe, 

Bringing  the  fishermen  home; 
T  was  all  so  pretty  a  sail,  it  seemed 

As  if  it  could  not  be; 

And  some  folk  thought 't  was  a  dream  they  *d  dreamed 
Of  sailing  that  beautiful  sea; 
But  I  shall  name  you  the  fishermen  three: 
Wynken, 

Blynken, 

And  Nod. 

Wynken  and  Blynken  are  two  little  eyes, 

And  Nod  is  a  little  head, 
And  the  wooden  shoe  that  sailed  the  skies 

Is  a  wee  one's  trundle-bed; 
So  shut  your  eyes  while  Mother  sings 

Of  wonderful  sights  that  be, 
And  you  shall  see  the  beautiful  things 
As  you  rock  on  the  misty  sea 
Where  the  old  shoe  rocked  the  fishermen  three,— 
Wynken, 

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85 


CHILD  AND  MOTHER 


OMOTHER-MY-LOVE,  if  you  '11  give  me  your  hand, 
And  go  where  I  ask  you  to  wander, 
I  will  lead  you  away  to  a  beautiful  land— 
The  Dreamland  that 's  waiting  out  yonder. 
We  '11  walk  in  a  sweet-posie  garden  out  there 

Where  moonlight  and  starlight  are  streaming 
And  the  flowers  and  the  birds  are  filling  the  air 
With  the  fragrance  and  music  of  dreaming. 

There  '11  be  no  little  tired-out  boy  to  undress, 

No  questions  or  cares  to  perplex  you; 
There  '11  be  no  little  bruises  or  bumps  to  caress, 

Nor  patching  of  stockings  to  vex  you. 
For  I  '11  rock  you  away  on  a  silver-dew  stream, 

And  sing  you  asleep  when  you  're  weary, 
And  no  one  shall  know  of  our  beautiful  dream 

But  you  and  your  own  little  dearie. 

And  when  I  am  tired  I  '11  nestle  my  head 

In  the  bosom  that 's  soothed  me  so  often, 
And  the  wide-awake  stars  shall  sing  in  my  stead 

A  song  which  our  dreaming  shall  soften. 
So,  Mother-My-Love,  let  me  take  your  dear  hand, 

And  away  through  the  starlight  we  '11  wander- 
Away  through  the  mist  to  the  beautiful  land— 

The  Dreamland  that 's  waiting  out  yonder! 


CHILD  AND  MOTHER 


Con  moto. 


Music  by  W.  W.  GILCHRIST 


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3.  And  when     I      am      tired      I'll 


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JAPANESE  LULLABY 


SLEEP,  little  pigeon,  and  fold  your  wings,— 
Little  blue  pigwn  with  velvet  eyes; 
Sleep  to  the  singing  of  mother-bird  swinging- 
Swinging  the  nest  where  her  little  one  lies. 

Away  out  yonder  I  see  a  star,— 
Silvery  star  with  a  tinkling  song; 

To  the  soft  dew  falling  I  hear  it  calling- 
Calling  and  tinkling  the  night  along. 

In  through  the  window  a  moonbeam  comes,— 
Little  gold  moonbeam  with  misty  wings; 

All  silently  creeping,  it  asks,  "  Is  he  sleeping- 
Sleeping  and  dreaming  while  mother  sings?" 

Up  from  the  sea  there  floats  the  sob 
Of  the  waves  that  are  breaking  upon  the  shore, 

As  though  they  were  groaning  in  anguish,  and  moaning- 
Bemoaning  the  ship  that  shall  come  no  more. 

But  sleep,  little  pigeon,  and  fold  your  wings,— 
Little  blue  pigeon  with  mournful  eyes; 

Am  I  not  singing?— see,  I  am  swinging- 
Swinging  the  nest  where  my  darling  lies. 


JAPANESE  LULLABY 


Moderolo. 


Music  by  REGINALD  DE  KOVEN,  Op.  53,  No.  a 


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placido. 


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I  see    a    star,  Sil     -    ver  -  y     star       with    a    twink  -  ling      song; 


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all      night     long. 


Tempo  Imo. 


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mist     -    y        wings;      All     si      -  lent-ly     creep -ing,      asks,      "Is    he     sleep-  ing? 


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moth-er  -  bird       sings,        Is      he  dream  -  ing  while  moth  -  er  -  bird       sings?"; 


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THE  DINKEY-BIRD 


IN  an  ocean,  'way  out  yonder 
(As  all  sapient  people  know), 
Is  the  land  of  Wonder-Wander, 
Whither  children  love  to  go; 
It 's  their  playing,  romping,  swinging, 

That  give  great  joy  to  me 
While  the  Dinkey-Bird  goes  singing 
In  the  amf alula  tree! 

There  the  gum-drops  grow  like  cherries, 

And  taffy  's  thick  as  peas— 
Caramels  you  pick  like  berries 

When,  and  where,  and  how  you  please; 
Big  red  sugar-plums  are  clinging 

To  the  cliffs  beside  that  sea 
Where  the  Dinkey-Bird  is  singing 

In  the  amfalula  tree. 

So  when  children  shout  and  scamper 

And  make  merry  all  the  day, 
When  there  's  naught  to  put  a  damper 

To  the  ardor  of  their  play; 
When  I  hear  their  laughter  ringing, 

Then  I  'm  sure  as  sure  can  be 
That  the  Dinkey-Bird  is  singing 

In  the  amfalula  tree. 


For  the  Dinkey-Bird's  bravuras 

And  staccatos  are  so  sweet— 
His  roulades,  appoggiaturas, 

And  robustos  so  complete, 
That  the  youth  of  every  nation— 

Be  they  near  or  far  away— 
Have  especial  delectation 

In  that  gladsome  roundelay. 

Their  eyes  grow  bright  and  brighter, 

Their  lungs  begin  to  crow, 
Their  hearts  get  light  and  lighter, 

And  their  cheeks  are  all  aglow; 
For  an  echo  cometh  bringing 

The  news  to  all  and  me, 
That  the  Dinkey-Bird  is  singing 

In  the  amfalula  tree. 

I  'm  sure  you  like  to  go  there 

To  see  your  feathered  friend— 
And  so  many  goodies  grow  there 

You  would  like  to  comprehend! 
Speed,  little  dreams,  your  winging 

To  that  land  across  the  sea 
Where  the  Dinkey-Bird  is  singing 

In  the  amfalula  trccl 


THE  DINKEY- BIRD 


Allegretto  schereando. 


Music  by  EDGAR  STILLMAN  KELLEY,  from  Op.  16 


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NORSE  LULLABY 


THE  sky  is  dark  and  the  hills  are  white 
As  the  storm-king  speeds  from  the  north  to-night, 
And  this  is  the  song  the  storm-king  sings, 
As  over  the  world  his  cloak  he  flings: 
"  Sleep,  sleep,  little  one,  sleep; " 
He  rustles  his  wings  and  gruffly  sings: 
"  Sleep,  little  one,  sleep." 

On  yonder  mountain-side  a  vine 
Clings  at  the  foot  of  a  mother  pine; 
The  tree  bends  over  the  trembling  thing, 
And  only  the  vine  can  hear  her  sing: 

"  Sleep,  sleep,  little  one,  sleep; 
What  shall  you  fear  when  I  am  here? 

Sleep,  little  one,  sleep." 

The  king  may  sing  in  his  bitter  flight, 
The  tree  may  croon  to  the  vine  to-night, 
But  the  little  snowflake  at  my  breast 
Liketh  the  song  /sing  the  best,— 

Sleep,  sleep,  little  one,  sleep; 
Weary  thou  art,  anext  my  heart 

Sleep,  little  one,  sleep. 


NORSE  LULLABY 


Music  by  REGINALD  DE  KOVEN,  Op.  53,  No.  3 


Allegretto. 


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next     my    heart  ; 


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109 


THE  LITTLE  PEACH 


A  LITTLE  peach  in  the  orchard  grew,— 
A  little  peach  of  emerald  hue; 
Warmed  by  the  sun  and  wet  by  the  dew, 
It  grew. 

One  day,  passing  that  orchard  through, 
That  little  peach  dawned  on  the  view 
Of  Johnny  Jones  and  his  sister  Sue— 
Them  two. 

Up  at  that  peach  a  club  they  threw— 
Down  from  the  stem  on  which  it  grew 
Fell  that  peach  of  emerald  hue. 
Mon  Dieu! 

John  took  a  bite  and  Sue  a  chew, 
And  then  the  trouble  began  to  brew,— 
Trouble  the  doctor  could  n't  subdue. 
Too  true! 

Under  the  turf  where  the  daisies  grew 
They  planted  John  and  his  sister  Sue, 
And  their  little  souls  to  the  angels  flew,— 
Boo  hoo! 

What  of  that  peach  of  the  emerald  hue, 
Warmed  by  the  sun  and  wet  by  the  dew? 
Ah,  well,  its  mission  on  earth  is  through. 
Adieu! 


THE  LITTLE  PEACH 


(LISTEN  TO  MY  TALE  OF  WOE) 


Music  by  HUBBARD  T.  SMITH 


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